After Neltharion fell, the blessing of the ancient Titans began to be assimilated by the Old Gods. But the Titans' teachings had been imbued with their will, representing fragments of their consciousness. It did not acknowledge the fallen Neltharion, and this will of the Titans still remained in Azeroth.
Now, it seemed to have found a new master, one who loved the Power of the Earth, one who loved Azeroth.
This was the power of five Dragon Aspects standing together, something that had not happened in tens of thousands of years.
Then, something miraculous happened.
The power of the Dragon Aspects and Thrall became a fierce force within this spiritual realm and erupted.
It was neither violent nor ferocious. Rather, it seemed that this essence could no longer be controlled by the dragons.
Each Guardian's true essence flew forward like fireworks.
They met, their bronze, green, blue, red, and black gleams intertwining, weaving their colors together.
Like threads on a loom, they ran alongside one another, turning lines into a surface.
...To unravel part of a fabric, you only needed to pull on a loose thread. But pulling a single thread out of the middle of the cloth was no easy task.
Thrall envisioned his color in his mind, a pure, peaceful black, merging with the dancing essences of the other Dragon Aspects. They understood at once and began to break through their own boundaries. The colors began to blend, becoming a single, unified force.
Nozdormu summoned the magic circle he had prepared, the same magic circle the five Dragon Aspects had used in ancient times when they created the Dragon Soul.
Back then, four of the Dragon Aspects had been badly deceived. But now, Nozdormu had found a solution: construct the magic circle directly from energy without using a